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A small tear in the world opened up in front of the woman, facing ground from above. All was silent until a body would come falling out of it at top speeds. The sound of their body smashing into the hot L.A. sandy shores. Seika groaned and dug her way out of the pile of sand she had been buried in before spitting out enough grains to fill a kiddie pool. [break][break]

"Well, this beats the cyberpunk environment. But where am I at now?" [break][break]

Unlike Seika's home, this seemed a bit too not Tokyo. For one, everything had a sort of faded and muted tones. The boardwalk signs were in English and lacked any sort of cohesion. Mexican food, seafood and burgers smashed into one landscape through the sea of tourist traps. Even the air quality seemed to have been affected as the faint hint of smoke could just barely be sensed through the samurai's nostrils. Seika brushed the sand from her clothing and made her way towards the strip to get a better view on things. [break][break]

Her gait was slow and well meant. TO people here, she was an outsider. Somebody who very clearly stood out in the mass of natives to the area. Still, Seika was happy to just finally see people who weren't immediately trying to harm her for a change. Her right hand came to rest on top of her ancestral blade while the samurai took the time to maneuver around the area close to the coast. Maybe one of the places around here could get her a free meal in return for services or something. [break][break]

"Wherever this is, I'm clearly not home." Seika observed with a stoic, uncertain expression on her lips. "Still, I may as well make the most of my time here." [break][break]

Seika continued to walk down the sidewalk. Any fear of not fitting in with the local fashion and such here didn't seem to bother her as much as it should have. She did wonder what Earth-chan had done to her since giving her the class. It often felt hard to really emote other than this calm, stone faced expression that she never seemed to break from. Was this what being a samurai was about? Maybe. [break][break]

She could not allow herself to falter though. It was just a a minor setback was all. [break][break]

Her eyes took her to a woman sitting down to the side of her path as the woman dressed in the garb of the Japanese feudal age would take a look at her. Seika's robotic face watched her with a veiled interest until the reflection of light bouncing off of the camera lens caught her eye. Her motions were fluid and moved backwards to get out of the shot. [break][break]

"Gomen nasai." she apologized for her little mistake, giving a slight bow in Umeko's direction. Her voice was deep but contained just the right amount of feminine quality for a warrior such as herself. Seika stood straight back up with a hand on the sheath by her side. Her stance was rigid and unmoving. Her complete attention was on the woman. [break][break]

"I didn't mean to stand in the way of your shot. But could you tell me where I am?" [break][break]

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Those familiar words had caused Seika's posture to relax if only a little. She was happy to really stumble across one of her countrywomen outside of Japan after the experience of her tutorial. The woman holding the camera stood up while the samurai was afforded a good look of her. The attire made her assume that she was some kind of chef or martial artist, but looks could be deceiving. She opened her mouth to speak before being informed of her current location. [break][break]

"The United States?" Seika repeated after her, an expression of confusion washing over her. "I was just in Tokyo just a few minutes ago...How's that possible?" [break][break]

She crossed her arms over her chest while her partner mentioned that it was safer here than it was back home, noted by all of the slimes present. As if on cue, one slime even bounced its way towards them. Seika did have to admit that they had a certain cute charm to them. It reminded her of some of their more cartoonish depictions back home. She couldn't help but laugh to herself. [break][break]

Uesugi introduced herself as Seika returned the favor. Her stance became fixed and upright while she introduced herself in return. [break][break]

"My name is Seika. It's a pleasure to meet you as well." she said, taking the tea that was offered to her from Uesugi. She held it carefully in both hands and took a long drink from it. The dry air here was still taking its toll on her. "Thank you for your hospitality, Uesugi-san." [break][break]

She opened up about a request she had, and it certainly was a fairly unique one. To be looking to film somebody fighting any of the monsters around wouldn't be what she had in mind when it came to being in L.A. Seika gave another quick look around for anything more vicious than a slime, but with no luck. [break][break]

"I'm well versed in combat and would be willing to help," Seika shifted the weight onto her right leg, the gentle tapping of her sheath against her thigh present, "But why would are you looking for that? Are you a director or film maker of some kind?"[break][break]

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"My pleasure. A true ronin learns as much as they wander the world."[break][break]

Seika said in a more chipper tone than before, though she still sounded pretty quiet and robotic as ever. [break][break]

Umeko used to be some kind of cinematographer and explained a little about herself. Her specialty did provide some valuable insight inside of her mindset for Seika. She did binge watch a ton of Kurosawa films way back when she was a little. Maybe she had seen them before? Being somebody who did those kinds of films would make Seika assumed so. [break][break]

"What is a cinematographer though? I thought the director was in charge of filming movies." [break][break]

The slime that Umeko had kicked several times had been pretty stubborn about playing a part in this little request of hers. She wondered about if it had some sort of desire to fight that was fueling its rage so much. Most slimes in games would have been defeated after a simple punch.[break][break]

Seika wasn't one to let a chance at growth pass her by though. A hand fell on the hilt of her blade and faced Umeko. [break][break]

"Regardless, I would love to assist you in filming this little project of yours." [break][break]

Seika accepted the invite on her phone as the pair partied up for this task in full. She was eager to test her abilities on some actual targets outside of those weak gang members in the tutorial. Her gaze went out to the field full of slimes and some sparse humans being annoyed by them. [break][break]

Umeko was quick to get to work on crawling in the sand to get a good shot of one of them slimes bouncing along. From a low such as that, there was no doubt they would seem far more threatening than they actually were. The samurai readied herself and walked forward beside the film maker and looked forward at the fearsome looking slime. [break][break]

"Guide my blade on your targets, Umeko-san, and I'll give you footage to die for." [break][break]

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"I see." Seika listened to the explanation regarding the roles of the director and the cinematographer. It was a very thorough yet brief difference between the two jobs. Once that she had never really thought about before. The samura rocked on the back of her heels while absorbing the information given to her. [break][break]

"This makes a lot of sense. One would never really think much about a cinematographer, but it's just as important to a film as any other role. I'll have to see who Kurosawa worked with in his films. I'd would to hear more about your work whenever we get a free chance." [break][break]

Seika gave a genuine smile. One that almost could be mistaken for a timid one, but it was a start for her. She couldn't afford to allow herself to become emotionally compromised. A samurai must remain in control and composed at all times, never allowing the enemy a chance to upset their balance. She would be steady and quiet, the the stream of water running down the mountain. Never to be disturbed in any way. [break][break]

Umeko got low and held her camera down low to get an angle on Seika that she would need. The samurai carefully adjusted her attire to cover herself properly and allowed the woman to do her own thing. She was more than ready to handle herself if the attacks on the slimes were anything to go off of. Seika was curious about her own class and what she was capable of. Was he class involving her camera of some kind? She fiddled with some settings and just like that... [break][break]

A storm approached out of nowhere. Dark, violent clouds gathered around the beach as Seika was ready for anything that could be thrown at them. The force of the winds pushed her back though she did her best to remain upright. Out of her duty, she stood in front of Umeko to try and shield her from the wind a little but suddenly found herself able to move around as if nothing had affected her. [break][break]

"Strange. Is this your doing?" Seika asked Umeko, "I feel a bit unlucky to not have the power to control the weather." [break][break]

Seika was off in a flash against the slimes bouncing around towards her. She kept a solid grip on her blade and run across the battlefield, cutting slimes as theatrical and "cool" as she could. Even in her under-prepared state, Seika was more than ready for a chance to practice her swordsmanship. One ferocious looking bear slime bounced forward and tried to slash at her with its claws. She took a step back and drew her blade across its slide. The following roar wobbled just as Seika turned just in time to clash against another bestial slime. [break][break]

One medium sized slime wearing a sheriff's hat and a comical little pistol would present itself to Seika. Their eyes met with one another as it became clear what would entail. The slime readied itself as its gun was ready to be raised and fired. Seika's hand fell onto her sword and took a crouching posture while closing her eyes to remain focused. The droplets and rain and winds howled around both. Each standing there, eyes transfixed at one another. [break][break]

Silence rang out... [break][break]

CRACK! [break][break]

Thunder rang out as both would attack. Seika darted across the field and appeared a short distance past the slime, blade drawn out in full and coated in slime. With a flick of her wrist, she shook off the slime residue and sheathed it before letting out a soft exhale. [break][break]

The gunslinger slime found itself cut into two, its form reduced to a goopy mess while Seika was relatively spotless. [break][break]

Well, aside from the different slime goo covering her attire. [break][break]

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